It is a sad fact that my color schemes are often determined by what paint tubes I can get open.
Okay. Still not over the penis thing, and apparently it’s got nothing to do with whether I’m getting laid or not.* Actually, that doesn’t surprise me. As weird as this sounds, and as much derisive laughter as I deserve for uttering it, there’s something oddly non-sexual about these. They do not fill me with lust […]
Women in the audience…d’ya ever see a guy attempting to defend feminism…and get this urge to tap ’em on the shoulder and say “Um…please. On behalf of my gender, just….stop now. Please. We have plenty of idiots already, your services are not required.” Mind you, I suppose every group gets occasionally embarrassed by their allies. […]
So I have a big announcement to make, and for once it has nothing to do with books, writing, comics, or reviews. My chigger bites have finally stopped itching. No, okay, that’snot it. Although trust me, for a good chunk of last week, as far as I was concerned, that was the most important thing […]
So Kevin comes over, and I come out of the bathroom to find him staring at the painting. You know, the 18 x 36 penis painting. “I think it needs something still,” I said, ignoring the way he stared from his camera phone to the painting and back again, trying to decide whether to inflict […]
The paint is drying on the rather loose 18 x 36 of giant blue penises, and I find myself wallowing in the introspection that comes when you’ve got a show on the horizon, and you aren’t working on it, so you wallow because if you’re THINKING about art, that’s sort of like doing something, right? […]
So I’m feeling artistically frustrated This is normal. Show prep has moved to the stage of “Everything I have ever painted is shit,” which slides into “I must change my medium/style/genre RIGHT NOW,” which slides into “I am madly inspired to do something that I cannot possibly put in this show.” In my case, this […]
Okay, gang, art supply question. Say I wanted a piece of Masonite cut. Not into squares or rectangles–we’ve got plenty of those already, god knows–but into a specific shape. A stylized handprint, say, or–shit, I don’t know, a chicken or a giant penis or the red wombat logo or something. Something that isn’t a rectangle. […]